someday he won't fit on my hip. it won't be appropriate to nuzzle my face into his neck and make him squeal in delight. someday he won't cry when i leave the room.
someday he will find someone new. hopefully wonderful. that fulfills him. that compliments him. that makes him happy. in all the ways a mother can't.
and that will make me happy. for that is my responsibility.
so while i am his girl... i will cherish every moment.
and remember this...
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